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73 - Companionship. Third Year at Hogwarts.
Sometimes you don't need romance, or love, or friendship. Sometimes you just need companionship, and you don't care who. A tearful Rose finally turns to face Scorpius, 'My uncle's dead.'

05 - Good Question. Fifth Year at Hogwarts.
'Do you hate him?' That's a good question, Rose decides. It should be an easy one to answer – 'yes' – but for some reason she can't explain, she's not so sure.

08 - Out of Control. Seventh Year at Hogwarts.
They're spinning, whirling, feeling like they're dancing through space. This is love – L-O-V-E, and it's deliriously addictive as they're flying wildly out of control. They love this delightfully, unrestrained chaos.

13 - Turned Off. Aged thirty, in a muggle car.
'We should have turned off miles ago!' Rose is cross, and, as normal, right. Scorpius grimaces – surely they should've outgrown this by now – they're thirty, and amazingly, still in love.

26 - Holding Hands. Seventh Year at Hogwarts.
Their hands are entwined. He has long, smooth fingers - manly yet refined. Hers are small, with electric blue nail varnish, and there's a freckle on the inside of her wrist.

36 - In Love. Second Year at Hogwarts.
Victoire's in love with Teddy. It's sickening. Rose hopes she never falls in love, because, honestly, boys are disgusting. Just look at Scorpius – he's infuriating and snobbish. She's cleverer though.